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MIDSUMMER        1907 

The    Triumph 
of      Bohemia 

A    F  0  rest  Play 

by 

George     Sterling 

Music  by 
Edward  F.   Schneider 


Being    the    Thirtieth    Annual    Midsummer    HIGH    JiNKS    of    the 
Bohemian  Club  of  San  Francisco,  as  enacted  by  Members 
of  the  Club  at  the  BOHEMIAN  GROVE  in  Sonoma 
County,  California,  the  Twenty  -  Seventh 
Night  of  July,  Nineteen    Hun- 
dred and  Seven 


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Produced  under    the    Direction   of 
Porter    Garnett 


GEORGE      STERLING      sire 


THE 
TRIUMPH   OF 


BOHEMIA 


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THE  CHAR  A  CTERS  and  the  PL  A  VERS 

First   Wood-Spirit      Mr.  Chas.  von  Neumayer 

Second  Wood-Spirit     Dr.  Philip  M.  Jones 

Third  Wood-Spirit Mr.  Mackenzie  Gordon 

First    Woodman     Mr.  Frank  Mathieu 

Second  Woodman  Mr.  Courtney  Ford 

Spirit  of  the  North-Wind     Mr.  Allan  Dunn 

Spirit  of  the  South-Wind Mr.  Porter  Garnett 

Spirit  of  the  West-Wind Mr.  Emerson  Warfield 

Spirit  of  the  East-Wind       Mr.  Jesse  Olney 

Spirit  of  Time    Mr.  Edgar  D.  Peixotto 

Spirit  of  Fire       Mr.  Wm.  H.  Smith,  Jr. 

Spirit  of  Bohemia      Mr.  H.  McD.  Spencer 

Mammon,  the  Spirit  of  Care   Dr.  J.  Wilson  Shiels 

Wood-Spirits,  Saplings,  Woodmen,  Gnomes,  and  Bohemians. 

Time:     A  Midsummer  Night. 

Place:     A  Virgin  Forest  of  Redwoods. 


The     Chorus 


Messrs.  E.  D.  Crandall  (Chorus  Master)  G.  Purlenky,  J.  P.  Jones,  Fred  Chase,  M.  L.  R. 
Oksen,  Geo.  S.  Johnson,  R.  I.  Lynas,  T.  V.  Bakewell,  Frank  Onslow,  P.  J.  Mohr,  W.  A. 
Mitchell,  Carl  E.  Anderson,  T,  L.  Bolton,  G.  S.  Mariner,  A.  A.  Macurda,  E.  H.  McCand- 
lish,  C.  W.  Brock,  R.  I.  Bently  Jr.,  T.  G.  Elliot,  Walter  Burckhalter,  F.  A.  Schneider,  E. 
L.  Taylor,  P.  D.  Gaskill,  G.  D.  Reynolds,  E.  W.  Roland,  Chas.  Oliver,  A.  G.  D.  Kerrell, 
J.  de  P.  Teller,  C.  E.  Envick,  J.  R.  Hamilton,  H.  L.  Perry,  John  McEwing,  J.  B.  Melvin, 
Chas.   Dukes,     W.  F.  Keene,    C.  J.  Evans,    B.  M.  Stich,    C.  H.  Van  Orden,    M.  McCurrie. 

Gnomes:    Masters  Gordon  Thurston,  Robert  Starett,  Leroy  Browne,  Viryil  Lyon. 

Costumes  designed  by  Mr.  Porter  Garnett,  executed  by  Mme.  Jahn.  Lights  by  Mr. 
Edward  J.  Duffey  and  Mr.  J.  W.  French.  The  Flight  of  the  Owl  by  Messrs.  John  E.  Doak, 
Woodworth  VVethered  and  Chas.  McLaren. 


THE    TRIUMPH     OF     BOHEMIA 

{The  Play  is  preceded  by  an  Orchestral  Prelude,  toward  the 
end  of  which  the  curtain  is  drawn,  disclosing  a  forest  glade  at  the  foot 
of  a  wooded  hillside  in  moonlight.  The  Tree-Spirits  are  discovered 
sleeping.  They  toss  in  their  slumber  and  appear  perturbed.  During 
the  closing  measures  of  the  Prelude,  the  First  Tree-Spirit  awakes 
slowly  and  half  arises.) 


{Drowsily) 


{Rising) 


FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

Who  calls?  I  fain  would  sleep.  Nay,  call  me  not! 
I  cling  to  sleep!    What  voices  break  my  rest? 


What  power  to-night  makes  heavy  all  the  air, 
And  with  my  slumber  mixes  dreadful  dreams  ? 
Some  spirit  stirs  malignly!    All  the  dark 
Seems  overhung  as  tho'  with  monstrous  wings, 
And  menace  loads  the  gloom.    My  brothers  stir. 
And  mutter  broken  prophecies  from  sleep. 
'Tis   ominous,  nor  further  to  be  borne. 
Save  in  defiance  and  all  watchfulness. 

{Touching  the  other  Tree-Spirits) 

O  brothers,  wake! 

{The  other  Tree-Spirits  sleep  on,   but  become  more  agitated  in  their 
slumber.) 

Awake!  some  peril  comes! 

SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

{Half  waking) 

Touch  not  my  dream! 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

{Shaking  the  sleeping  Spirits  anxiously) 

Awake!     A  foe  is  near! 


SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

(Rising) 

The  night  is  strange!     I  vow  some  witch  hath  passed 
And  spat  a  curse.    My  dreams  were  dipt  in  fear. 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

And  mine! 

OTHER  TREE-SPIRITS 

And  mine!    And  mine! 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

I  deem  't  were  well 
We  should  extend  some  challenge  to  the  wrath — 
Demon  or  lich  or  ghost — that  walks  to-night 
Our  ancient  and  immutable  domain. 

SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

(Addressing  the  other  Tree-Spirits,  who    have   now   arisen   and  listen 
with  anxious  interest.) 

'T  were  well  indeed!    What  strength  is  like  our 

strength  ? 
Whose  home  is  like  to  ours  ?  The  leaguing  rains 
Are  but  our  cup-bearers.    The  tempest  wakes 
Our  deep,  enormous  music,  and  expires. 
The  furious  sun  but  lends  intenser  life, 
And  winter's  lance  is  blunted  on  our  breasts. 
The  mountains  are  our  brothers,  and  the  sea. 
Time  is  our  slave.    O  brothers!  let  us  cry 
Defiance  to  the  powers  of  earth  and  air! 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

That  cry  the  mountains  know.  That  cry  has  rung 
These  thousand  years  along  this  vale  of  ours. 
The  centuries  have  heard  our  song,  and  passed. 


CHORUS  OF  TREE-SPIRITS 

Like  elder  gods  that  congregate 
Like  gods  that  rule  a  spacious  land, 
We,  from  the  mom  of  time  made  great, 
Like  Titans  mailed  untroubled  stand. 
Earth's  strong  and  primal  sons  are  we, 
And  equal  of  the  ageless  sea; 
August,  we  hold  an  ocean's  strength; 
Our  stalwart  lives  know  not  their  length. 
Tho'  ancient  thrones  and  empires  pass 
Like  dews  at  morning  from  the  grass, 
Supreme   we  face   the   warring  sky — 
The  unharming  ages  pass  us  by 
Nor  conquer  us  at  all. 
Upon  the  mountain  wall 
At  dawn  the  sun  we  greet. 
At  eventide  the  stars, 
As  mighty  brotherhoods  that  meet. 
We  set  the  tempest  bars, 
Tho'  loud  and  long  it  call, 
And  barriers  to  the  whirlwind's  breast — 
We  scorn  their  fury  and  unrest. 
The  fire  shall  smite  in  vain 
The  pillars  of  our  hall; 
Mankind  is  but  a  feeble  thing; 
Time  sunders  not  our  endless  reign; 
Like  giants  throned  we  sing; 
Defiance  proud  we  fling — 
Tho'  thunderbolts  from  heaven  may  fall, 
Tho'  all  the  winds  from  heaven  may  swarm- 
To  lightning,  fire,  and  storm! 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

Brothers,  your  souls  are  wise,  your  hearts  are 

strong — 
Too  strong  to  fear  this  menace  of  the  night. 
This  formless  peril  of  the  traitorous  dark. 
Tho'  such  appear,  we  straight  with  baffling  mirth 


Shall  drive  it  hence,  with  arrowy  laughter  pierce 
Its  futile  mail.     Let  happiness  be  amis, 
And  merriment  our  refuge  and  our  shield — 
The  merriment  of  leaves  that  shake  for  joy, 
The  merriment  of  brooks  and  rippling  grass. 
Ye  Saplings,  dance  in  maddest  mockery 
Of  any  hostile  power  that  haunts  the  night! 

SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

Dance !  for  the  winds  compel  your  boughs  in  life ! 
Dance!  for  the  fallen  leaf  must  dance  in  death! 

{The  Tree-Spirits  withdraw  from  the  center  of  the  stage,  leaving 
eight  Saplings,  who  begin  a  dance.  The  dance  lasts  for  several 
minutes,  hut  is  interrupted  by  the  North-Wind  Motive  in  the  Orches- 
tra,  followed  by  the  appearance  of  the  Spirit  of  the  North-Wind.) 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

Who  challenges  the  wind,  and  sets  his  breast 
Against  the  tempest  ?  Who  shall  stand  unscathed 
Before  my  fury?    Let  that  one  come  forth! 

SECOND   TREE-SPIRIT 

0  Saplings,  dance  your  merriest,  nor  heed 
These  empty  thunders! 

{The  Saplings  gaze  in  terror  at  the  North-Wind,  and  hesitate.) 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

Fear  ye  not  at  all; 
But  dance  like  summer  dust  in  summer  winds. 

{The  Saplings  resume  their  dance,  at  the  end  of  which  the  North-Wind 
Motive  is  again  heard,  and  the  Spirit  of  the  North-Wind  advances 
with  threatening  gestures.) 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

1  now  with  voice  of  imminent  prophecy 
Announce  your  dooms,  and  bid  you  bow  to  Death! 


SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

Who  then  art  thou  who  vauntest  ?  Who  art  thou, 
That  mightiest  things  should  stand  in  awe  of 
thee? 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

I  am  the  North -Wind.    On  the  frozen  seas 
I  have  my  home,  and  thence  I  sally  forth 
To  scourge  the  world.  All  living  things,  abased, 
Fall  down  before  me.    My  resistless  hands 
Have  sundered  limb  from  limb  the  hugest  oaks. 
The  pine,  with  broken  back,  hath  bent  to  me. 
I  rush  athwart  the  mountain-peak,  and  shout 
My  dreadful  challenge  to  the  lands  below. 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

I  know  thee,    I  am  father  of  the  grove, 

And  from  a  sapling  have  I  striven  with  thee. 

Nor  fallen. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

Yet  thy  doom  is  come,  and  come 
The  doom  of  all  thy  brothers.    I  have  sworn 
Not  any  life  shall  brave  me  in  my  wrath. 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

{Turning  to  the  other  Tree -Spirits.) 

Brothers,  draw  near,  that  so  we  hold  in  scorn 
These  vauntings  and  immoderate  menaces. 

(The  Tree-Spirits  group    themselves    before    the  Spirit  of  the  North- 
Wind.) 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

And  deem  ye  then  that  helpless  now  I  stand, 
Or  that  my  war  is  ended  ere  begun? 
Dream  not  your  perils  cease:  I,  too,  O  Trees! 
Am  of  a  brotherhood.     All  power  is  ours. 
We  lay  our  hands  upon  the  shaken  world 


And  wrench  its  walls  and  sturdiest  pinnacles. 
We  drive  all  life  in  terror  from  our  front, 
And  wrap  the  sea  in  winding-sheets  of  foam. 
I  have  prepared  this  night  my  war,  and  now, 
O  arrogant  and  unastounded  trees! 
Mine  allies  shall  announce  their  offices, 
And  tell  their  strengths,  and  bid  you  bow  to 

Death. .  .  . 
O  come,  my  dreadful  brother  of  the  South! 

(The  South-Wind  Motive  is  heard  in  the  Orchestra  and  the  Spirit  of 
the  South-Wind  appears.) 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  SOUTH-WIND 

0  Trees !   I  am  the  South- Wind !   On  my  brow 
Sit  drought  and  acrid  fevers  of  the  air. 
Before  me  walk  the  brood  of  fervent  heat 
And  phantom  armies  of  the  pestilence. 

1  shall  impel  upon  your  heads  this  night 
All  poisons  and  all  languors.    Ye  shall  reel 
And  find  the  very  earth  below  your  feet 

Is  sick  and  leprous. 

SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

Nay,   the  boastful  winds 
Were  ever  noisy.     We  despise  thy  words. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 
Appear,  O  loyal  brother  of  the  West! 

(The  West-Wind  Motive  is  heard  in  the  Orchestra,  and  the  Spirit  of 
the  West-Wind  appears.) 

My  cloudy  walls  look  down  upon  the  sea, 
And  mine  unresting  children  walk  her  tides. 
I  am  the  West-Wind.    I  shall  leap  the  wall 
The  mountains  rear,  and  smite  you  on  the  flank. 
I,  lord  of  all  the  sea,  shall  rend  your  limbs 
Even  as  I  strike  to  foam  the  howling  wave. 


SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

Thunders  affright  us  not,  nor  any  threat 
That  lacketh  deeds  behind  its  braggart  breath. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

Appear,  O  brother  of  the  bitter  East! 

{The  East-Wind  Motive  is  heard  in  the  Orchestra,  and  the  Spirit  of 
the  East-Wind  appears.) 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  EAST-WIND 

Behold  me!  I  am  Master  of  the  East! 

The  white  Sierras  are  my  granite  throne — 

The  pathless  desert  is  my  resting  place. 

The  world  is  but  my  harp,  and  from  its  chords 

I  lift  a  dolorous  music  to  the  sky. 

I,  pitiless,  shall  tread  you  down,  O  Trees! 

SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

So  much  of  sound,  so  little  of  assault 

Are  food  for  scorn.    A  boast  is  not  a  blow. 

We  scorn,  O  Winds!  your  furious  array. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

Allies  are  ours  of  whom  ye  little  reck: 

0  Father  Time,  come  forw^ard  in  thy  pow'r! 

{The   Time   Motive  is  heard    in    the    Orchestra,    and    the  Spirit   of 
Time  appears,  hearing  his  scythe.) 

SPIRIT  OF  TIME 

Cities  of  men  and  groves  august  with  years 
Mine  eyes  have  seen.   They  are  forgotten  now. 
All  beauty  and  all  strength  await  my  hands, 
Which  smite  to  dust  all  beauty  and  all  strength. 

1  touch  the  flower;  I  touch  the  butterfly; 

I  break  the  sceptres  and  the  swords  of  kings. 
And  in  my  fitting  seasons  rend  their  tombs, 
And  sow  their  fruitless  ashes  on  the  wind. 
Minister  of  etemitv  am  I. 


FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

We  know  thee  not,  nor  bend  to  thee  at  all, 
Except  thou  gauge  with  deeds  those  pomps  of 
breath. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

Then,  foolish  Trees,  one  whom  ye  know  too  well 
Shall  war  with  you.    Wherefore  do  thou  appear, 

0  spirit  and  essential  soul  of  Fire! 

(The  Fire  Motive  is  heard  in  the  Orchestra,  and  the  Spirit  of  Fire 
appears  high  on  the  hill  in  a  burst  of  flame.  He  rushes  down  the  hill- 
side, bearing  a  flaming  torch  in  the  form  of  a  scourge.  Flames  issue 
from  his  helmet,  and  leap  from  the  earth  along  his  path.  He 
reaches  a  station  above  the  point  where  the  Spirits  of  the  Winds  and 
Time  are  gathered.) 

SPIRIT  OF  FIRE 

1  come,  whose  hunger  never  yet  had  glut! 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

Greeting,  thou  changeless  terror  that  dost  walk 
By  noon-day  and  by  night!   Behold  thy  prey! 

SPIRIT  OF  FIRE 
{Coming  down  to  the  Spirits  of  the  Winds  and  Time.) 

Madness  and  furious  blood  untamable 

Do  mix  in  me,  till  merciless  I  rage. 

Before  the  vision  of  astonished  men 

I  rear  my  flaming  throne,  and  glare  thereon. 

Waking  their  tears,  that  cannot  quench  mine  ire. 

Hearing  their  groans,  that  soon  my  laughters  fierce 

Do  drown;  till,  rushing  onward  from  their  fields 

I  grasp  all  swords  of  elemental  pow'r 

And  drive  my  harnessed   whirlwinds   o'er  the 

world — - 
Resistless  tempests  quickened  by  my  wrath. 


(The  Orchestra  here  begins  the  music  introductory  to  the  conflict  which 
follows.) 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

We  still  defy  all  perils  and  all  pow'rs! 
Stand,  brothers,  as  of  yore,  for  not  alone 
Shall  any  life  resist  the  warring  world. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

Ye  raging  and  relentless  elements 

That  hold  the  heavens!    Whose  voice  the  thunder  is, 

Whose  lance  the  thunderbolt,  whose  wings  the  rain, 

Come,  dreadful  in  your  cloudy  panoplies! 

With  night  and  storm  confound  these  stubborn  trees, 

And  hurl  them  shattered  from  their  eminence! 

{Turning  to  his  allies) 

On!   On!  nor  pause  till  all  the  trees  are  doomed, 
And  ruinous  ashes  load  the  victor  winds! 

{The  Spirits  of  the  Winds,  Time  and  Fire  prepare  to  advance  upon  the 
Tree-Spirits,  and  descend  from  their  station;  the  latter  make  ready  to 
repel  the  assault,  armed  with  branches.  The  stage  is  darkened  as  they 
rush  upon  one  another,  and  the  conflict  is  represented  chiefly  by  the 
music,  augmented  by  thunder  and  lightning  and  the  howling  of  the  wind. 
As  this  comes  to  a  close,  the  stage  gradually  becomes  bright,  and  the 
Tree-Spirits  are  seen  grouped  in  the  center,  their  enemies  having  dis- 
appeared. The  music  that  accompanies  the  conflict  merges  into  the 
Victory  Chorus,  which  the  Tree-Spirits  sing.) 

VICTORY  CHORUS 

Ye  gods  of  victory 

Look  down  on  earth  and  see 

How  fail  our  haughty  foes! 

Presumptuous  they  rose. 
And  dared  to  dream  that  we  could  fall. 

Defiant,  stem,  and  strong, 

We  met  their  hostile  throng, 
And  now  the  night  beholds  us  all 
Unconquered  in  our  battle-hall. 


O  gods  of  victory! 

Look  down  on  us  and  we 
Shall  praise  your  power,  unfailing  lords, 
And  cast  from  all  our  forest  chords 

A  music  glad  and  long, 

A  high  and  happy  song. 
That  fire  and  time  and  winds  in  vain 
Assail  our  everlasting  reign. 

Victorious  and   strong. 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

We  have  conquered !  we  have  conquered !   All  in  vain 
The  drunk  and  noisy  vaunting  of  our  foes! 
We  have  withstood  their  onslaught,  nor  bowed  down. 
Who  now  shall  strive  with  us  for  evermore? 
Who  now  shall  share  with  us  our  ancient  place, 
Or  dream  to  stand  unhumbled  in  our  sight? 

{The  sound  of  a  distant  horn  is  heard  from  the  direction  of  the  hill. 
The  Tree-Spirits  peer  up  the  hillside.) 

SECOND  TREE-SPIRIT 

What  god,  with  distant  clarion  from  the  night. 
Betrays  his  frustrate  hunting?   All  the  wood 
Is  hushed  to  hear  that  music  on  the  dark. 

{The  sound  of  the  horn  is  again  heard,  but  nearer.  The  Orchestra  plays 
a  slow  march,  and  a  band  of  Woodmen  appear  in  the  distance  on  the 
hillside.  They  carry  broad-axes  and  torches,  and  one  has  a  horn  slung 
from  his  shoulder.) 

FIRST  TREE-SPIRIT 

Lo!  who  are  those  that  come?    What  shape  of  man 

Assaults  our  solitudes?    Man  seemed  till  now 

A  feeble  thing,  a  red  and  harmless  brute. 

That  ran  all  naked  in  his  daily  search 

For  nut  and  root  and  egg,  or  at  the  stream 

Desired  the  fish.    But  these  are  white,  and  hold 

Each  one  a  gleaming  weapon  in  his  hand — 

The  which  I  fear,  not  knowing  why  I  fear. 

The  crimson  fire  has  no  such  tooth  as  that. 


(The  Woodmen  begin  to  sing  the  Care-Song  as  they  approach,  and  the 
Tree-Spirits  stealthily  withdraw.) 

CARE-SONG 

Thro'  the  wide  world  everywhere 
Restless  mortals  flee  from  Care. 
Where  they  marry,  where  they  work, 
There  shall  Care  unsleeping  lurk. 

Tho'  I  wander  far  and  wide, 
Care,  a  shadow  at  my  side. 
Still  shall  claim  his  worship  due. 
Still  shall  know  me  and  pursue. 

All  in  vain  I  seek  a  spot 
Where  his  face  shall  haunt  me  not, 
Till  beneath  the  shielding  sod 
I  shall  hide  from  Care  the  god. 

(The  Woodmen  finish  the  Care-Song  and  gaze  curiously  about  them.) 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

Here,  brothers,  shall  we  labor  day  by  day, 
And  sleep  at  restful  night,  till  all  this  grove 
Be  fallen.    These  indeed  are  mighty  trees. 
How  still  the  night!  tho'  not  so  long  ago 
It  seemed  as  tho'  the  wind  would  never  fold 
His  vast  and  furious  wings  Sleep  now  till  dawn 
Awake  you.    As  for  me,  I  shall  not  sleep. 
For  I  must  draw  my  plans  against  this  wood. 
Here,  first,  I  set  mine  axe. 

(First  Woodman  drives  his  axe  into  the  nearest  tree.    A  groan  is  heard. 
The  Orchestra  plays  a  fragment  of  the  North-Wind  Motive.) 

SECOND  WOODMAN 

Brother,    didst   groan? 
Methought  I  heard  a  sound  most  grave,  as  tho' 
Far  off,  a  giant  knew  his  doom,  and  moaned. 


FIRST  WOODMAN 

The  sound  thou  heardst  was  but  the  northern  wind, 

Sobbing  his  heart  out  in  some  hollow  tree, 

And  since  he  may  draw  near,  it  well  would  seem 

That  we  have  shelter  from  his  cruelties. 

Come,  let  us  fell  the  smallest  of  this  grove 

And  set  its  boughs  between  us  and  the  gale. 

{The  Woodmen  grasp  their  axes  and  turn  toward  a  tree,  hut  are  arrested 
by  the  hooting  of  an  owl.  They  gaze  up  the  hillside,  where  an  immense 
owl  may  be  seen  flying  slowly  in  a  spiral  course  toward  them.) 

SECOND  WOODMAN 

What  spirit  stirs  within  the  shaken  dark? 
What  sweep  and  dreadful  imminence  of  wings? 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

/  I  see  what  seems  a  dragon  of  the  night — 

Some  wide-winged  bat  of  hell! 

SECOND  WOODMAN 

I  ween  a  god, 
Enraged,  has  sent  some  herald  of  his  ire 
To  beat  us  hence.    Now  whither  shall  we  fly? 

{The  owl  -finally  alights  on  the  lower  hillside  at  the  hack  of  the  stage  and 
vanishes.  At  the  point  where  the  owl  disappeared,  the  Spirit  of  Bohemia, 
a  naked  youth,  is  seen.  The  flight  of  the  owl  is  accompanied  in  the 
Orchestra  by  the  Owl  Motive,  which  changes  to  the  Bohemian  Motive 
when  the  Spirit  of  Bohemia  enters.  The  Woodmen  fall  hack  in  astonish- 
ment.) 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

O  men!  what  would  ye  in  my  chosen  place? 
Know  ye  each  tree  around  is  holy  wood? 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

Nay,  this  we  knew  not. 


SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

I,  Bohemia, 
Within  these  solemn,  everlasting  aisles. 
Do  walk  at  times,  and  that  my  tranquil  house 
Longer  endure,  within  each  pillar  high 

Have  set  a  guardian  spirit Come  ye  forth 

My  forest  children. 

{The  Tree-Spirits  emerge  from  the  forest.) 

Why  this  pallid  fright 
That  with  unwonted  spell  constrains  each  face? 
What  peril  threatens? 

THIRD  TREE-SPIRIT 

(Sings) 

O  thou  mighty  one! 
Give  heed,  attend  our  prayer,  and  set  thy  strength 
Between  us  and  this  doom!    Harken  our  cry. 
And  sit  in  judgment  as  we  make  appeal! 
Justice!    O  thou  arraigner  of  the  wrong! 

ARIA 

O  spirit  crowned  with  grace  and  pow'r 
Be  with  us  in  this  darkest  hour! 
The  might  thy  majesty  attests 
Display  to  guard  our  anxious  breasts. 
Nor  suffer  that  unspared  we  reel 
Before  the  grey,  relentless  steel. 
For  ages  we,  a  stalwart  band, 
Have  cast  our  shadows  o'er  the  land; 
For  ages  shared  the  peace  that  fills 
The  blue  dominion  of  the  hills, 
\       '  And  heard  at  our  unmoving  feet 

Her  changeless  tale  the  brook  repeat. 
We  take  no  part  in  nature's  harms. 
But  ever  hold  protecting  arms 
O'er  humble  things  that  love  our  shade; 


And  now  must  we  too  soon  be  laid 

In  ruin  on  the  mother  earth  ? 

Shall  all  the  powers  that  blessed  our  birth 

Forsake  us  in  our  time  of  need? 

Must  we  be  humbled  as  the  reed? 

Shall  we  no  more  grow  fair  and  tall, 

Where  woodland  voices  rise  and  fall, 

Nor  feel  upon  our  brows  again 

The  soft  caresses  of  the  rain, 

Nor  know  the  blessings  of  the  light 

And  all  the  comfort  of  the  night? 

Defend  us,  Spirit  strong  and  bright! 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

O  trees  I  love,  't  is  well  indeed  I  came! 

Had  I  held  revel  in  some  distant  land. 

As  is  my  wont,  nor  thought  me  of  this  grove, 

And  how  beneath  its  shade  no  care  endures, 

These  men  had  ravaged,  ere  again  I  found 

Its  refuge,  this  my  place  of  peace,  and  wrought 

Great  desolation.     It  is  well  I  came. 

O  men  that  plot  the  ruin  of  my  home! 

Now  get  ye  hence  accursed  from  this  spot. 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

Be  merciful,  Bohemia!     We  all 

Are  needy  men  and  humble.    We  thy  wrath 

Deserve  not,  nor  deserve  thy  dreadful  curse.. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

O  men!    O  latest  men  within  this  land! 
Harken  my  words :   Ye,  year  by  cruel  year, 
Lay  desolate  the  lordliest  groves  of  earth, 
And  in  great  woodland  chambers  of  the  gods 
Do  sacrilege.     The  living  miracle 
That  Nature,  careful  for  a  thousand  years, 
Did  so  contrive  with  wisdom  to  perform, 


Ye  in  a  day  undo.     Did  forests  know 
What  ravage  was  designed  them  by  your  minds, 
They  in  one  moan  more  solemn  than  the  sea's 
Would  sound  their  lamentation,  and  affright 
All  men  and  lands.     Imagine  ye,  forsooth. 
The  patient  gods  will  sit  forever  calm. 
Bearing  to  see  their  fairest  seats  profaned, 
And  these  their  altars  tumbled  from  the  sky? 

SECOND  WOODMAN 

Men  too  have  need  of  homes. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

Truly,  and  there, 
Housed  gentlier  than  soulless  bear  or  wolf, 
Should  find  both  heart  and  mind  made  sensitive 
To  cherish  beauty,  nor  desire  to  pluck 
The  field's  last  flower,  nor  fell  the  grove's  last  tree. 
Behold!     The  land  is  armied  with 'these  woods! 
Ye  may  fare  onward  for  uncounted  leagues. 
To  hear  them  murmuring  in  dawns  to  be. 
Must  ye,  like  kine  in  corn,  spare  not  a  shaft? 
Nor  will  ye  in  one  valley  leave  one  grove  ? 
Ye  are  no  men,  but  brutes,  and  now  my  curse 
Shall  scatter  you  abroad  like  frightened  swine! 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

Nay,  great  Bohemia,  let  mercy  rule 

Thy  heart!    Henceforth  this  grove  is  holy  ground. 

At  last  we  see  our  sin,  and  so  repent 

Our  sacrilege,  and  fain  would  guard  these  trees. 

Permit  that  we  be  children  too  of  thine! 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

Since  ye  find  grace  to  hold  in  reverence 
This  grove,  I  now  pronounce  it  of  my  realm 
Chief  temple,  and  do  make  you  ministers 
Of  my  good  worship. 


FIRST  WOODMAN 

We  would  serve  thy  fane 
Forever — thou  art  gladdest  of  the  gods. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

My  worship  is  a  happy  one,  and  hath 

Large  recompense ;  and  in  my  temple  soon 

There  shall  be  gracious  spirits  that  attend 

In  beauty  and  in  strength. . .  .0  Fire!  come  forth! 

{A  fragment  of  the  Fire  Motive  is  heard  in  the  orchestra,  and  the  Spirit 
of  Fire  appears  high  on  the  hillside,  in  a  glow  of  colored  light.  He 
descends  the  hillside  slowly,  still  surrounded  by  a  colored  glow,  till  he 
reaches  the  lower  hillside  at  hack  of  stage.) 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 
Tell  now  thy  service  in  the  years  to  be. 

SPIRIT  OF  FIRE 

0  Master,  I  shall  light  the  ritual 

And,  splendid-robed,  make  bright  the  temple  aisles. 
When  these  thy  priests,  with  melody  and  song, 
Extol  thy  name,  I,  glorious  on  thy  hearth, 
Shall  gild  the  revel,  and  dispel  all  thoughts 
That  are  of  darkness.    Wherefore,  to  this  grove 

1  shall  not  fare  henceforth  save  at  thy  beck. 
Here  not  as  a  destroyer  shall  I  rage. 

But  parent  and  preserver  of  the  light. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

Come  forth,  O  Winds!  and  tell  my  new-made  priests 
Your  service. 

{A  fragment  of  the  Wind  Motives,  is  heard  in  the  Orchestra  and  the 
Spirits  of  the  East,  West,  South  and  North  Winds  come  on  in  the  order 
named.) 


SPIRIT  OF  THE  NORTH-WIND 

High  Bohemia!  we  are  come! 
It  is  our  thought  that  we  no  more  molest 
This  grove  with  all  our  fury.    We  shall  serve 
As  minstrels,  as  the  lords  of  woodland  harps — 
Masters  of  wildest  music.     We  by  day 
Shall  wander  joyous  in  the  maze  of  boughs, 
And  cast  like  golden  fruit  our  mellow  notes 
Below  to  these  thy  priests,  until,  by  night, 
We  so  with  tenderest  breath  upon  our  chords 
Shall  unto  slumber  lure  their  drowsy  souls 
That  they  forget  awhile  they  ever  lived, 
And  toiled,  and  were  a-troubled.    At  our  call 
The  timid  god  of  sleep  shall  cease  to  fear, 
Approach  una  wed,  and  bless  them  till  the  dawn. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

Come  forth,    O  thou  portentous  soul  of  Time! 

(A  fragment  of  the  Time  Motive  is  heard  in  the  orchestra,  and  the  Spirit 
of  Time  appears.) 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

0  Time,  what  is  thy  service  at  my  fane? 

SPIRIT  OF  TIME 

1  shall  be  very  gentle  to  thy  sons. 

If  aught  they  mark  of  me,  't  will  be  my  smile. 
Even  as  the  welcome  shadow  of  a  cloud 
My  shade  shall  fall  on  them,  until  at  last 
Desiring  rest,  they  turn  to  me  for  sleep, 
Like  weary  children  to  their  father's  home. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

O  ministers  of  beauty  and  of  peace, 

Come  hither,  then,  and  greet  my  worshippers. 

{The  Spirits  of  tJic  Winds,  Fire  and  Time  descend  from  the  upper  stage, 
and  gather  before  the  Spirit  of  Bohemia.) 


SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

(.4  ddressing  Tree-Spirits. ) 

Ye  have  beheld  with  what  concern,  this  night, 
I  have  arraigned  the  foemen  of  your  house, 
And  made  of  it  my  temple.     Here  no  more 
Shall  pride  nor  strife  have  power,  but  brotherhood, 
Joy,  and  the  strength  of  true  humility 
Cause  here  the  Golden  Age  to  dawn  at  last. 
O  Trees,  how  greatly  shall  your  ancient  calm 
Renew  the  hearts  of  all  my  children,  breathe 
A  fragrance  on  their  spirits,  and  make  strong 
Those  spirits  to  endure  all  ills  of  life  ! 
Years  shall  go  by,  and  ye,  my  priests,  that  meet 
My  gaze  to-night  shall  pass,  and  sons  to  be, 
Heirs  to  the  light  and  love  of  future  years. 
Shall  sing  where  ye  have  sung.   These  very  trees 
Shall  fall  at  last,  and  younger  shafts  grow  tall 
To  keep  unchanged  the  beauty  of  this  vale. 

So  pass  they — unto  every  one  his  life 

But  I,  Bohemia,  I  change  not  at  all, 

And  in  a  thousand  years  my  faithful  sons. 

Shall  thank,  with  grateful  laughter  at  their  feasts, 

You,  my  first-bom,  the  dear  sons  of  my  youth. 

Who  first  of  men  found  beautiful  this  grove 

And  now,  O  latest  priests  of  mine,  arise! 

And  we 

{A  prolonged  and  terrible  laugh  is  heard  issuing  from  the  earth.  The 
Care  Motive  is  heard  in  the  Orchestra,  and  Mammon  appears  from  an 
illuminated  cave  in  the  hillside.) 

MAMMON 

I,  god  of  gold,  within  my  golden  cave. 

Have  heard  grave  blasphemy— seditious  speech 

Inimical  to  my  supreme  designs. 

Seldom  mine  ears  are  fed  with  words  like  those. 

For  I  am  lord  of  men,  and  when  I  speak 

They  tremble.     Well  I  see,  Bohemia, 

How  thou  hast  urged  as  traitors  to  my  rule 

These  Woodmen,  late  my  serfs,  and  glad  to  serve. 


SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

Thou  seest  not  all,  O  Mammon!  These  are  now 
Priests  of  my  woodland  fane,  and  have  forsworn 
Thine  empire. 

MAMMON 

Thou  dost  lie,   Bohemia! 
My  power  is  second  to  no  other  god's: 
Ye  Woodmen,  late  my  servants,  follow  me 
Unto  my  caverns! 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

Nay,  thou  god  of  gold! 
Our  hearts  are  pledged  to  purer  days  than  thine — 
To  fairer  service  and  serener  joys. 

MAMMON 

Then,  miserable  ones,  your  bones  shall  rot 
In  this  far  place,  for  I  in  punishment 
With  massy  sceptre  shall  set  loose  your  souls 
That  so  defy  me. 

SPIRIT    OF    BOHEMIA 

Those  are  burly  words: 
Let's  see  what's  father  of  them! 

{Mammon  advances  threateningly.  The  Tree-Spirits,  the  Spirits  of 
the  Winds,  Fire  and  Time  rally  around  the  Woodmen.  Mammon 
pauses.) 

. MAMMON 

(Laughing) 

Ye  have  made  faithful  friends!    Wherefore  my  wrath 

I  shall  forego,  and  that  I  may  regain 

Your  fealty,  I  smile  on  you,  and  blot  | 

Your  treason,  and  remit  all  penalty. 

And  promise  you  large  bounty  and  delights. 

If  now  unto  my  worship)  ye  return. 


FIRST  WOODMAN 

Thy  pleasures  and  thy  punishments,  all  these 
In  our  refusal  have  a  common  fate. 
We  do  despise  thy  favors, 

MAMMON 

O  ye  clods! 
What  know  ye  of  the  splendors  of  my  reign — 
Ye  that  till  now  have  known  humilities? 
Listen:  in  midnight  palaces  of  mine, 
Music  shall  serve  you  at  the  gleaming  feast 
And  Bacchus  tempt  your  lips  with  all  his  wines. 
The  Seven  Sins  shall  bare  for  you  their  breasts 
And  lead  you  to  their  chambers.    All  your  toil 
Shall  end,  and  pleasure  clothe  you  as  a  robe. 
Ye  shall  go  forth  as  kings,  and  know  all  bliss, 
Beholding  nations  as  your  servitors. 

(As  Mammon  speaks,  the  Woodmen  draw  nearer  to  him  with  open 
mouths  and  staring  eyes.) 

FIRST  WOODMAN 
What  surety  have  we  of  these  promised  joys? 

MAMMON 

What  surety?    This! 

{Mammon  strikes  the  earth  with  his  sceptre,  and  the  door  of  the  cave 
from  which  he  entered  opens  again,  disclosing  the  interior  bathed  in  a 
golden  light.  From  the  cave  come  four  grey-bearded  gnomes,  bearing 
heavy  bags,  from  which  they  scatter  handfuls  of  gold  at  the  feet  of  the 
Woodmen.) 

MAMMON 

Take  these  as  tokens  of  the  bliss  to  be 
And  hasten  with  me  to  my  city  lights. 

{The  Woodmen  stand  uncertain,  and  gaze  alternately  upon  Mammon  and 
the  Spirit  of  Bohemia.) 


MAMMON 

Imagine  now  the  pleasures  that  await! 

The  wild  wine  singing  madly  in  your  veins! 

The  white,  permissive  breasts!    My  splendid  domes! 

And  ease  unbroken  in  my  marble  courts! 

That  heavy  ore  shall  make  my  livery  light, 

And  purchase  for  you  each  his  dearest  wish. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

Nay,  Mammon!  for  one  thing  it  cannot  buy. 

MAMMON 

What,  then,  cannot  it  buy? 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

A  happy  heart! 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

Is  that  the  secret  of  thy  worship,  then, 
Bohemia?    Is  happiness  thy  gift? 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

For  lasting  happiness  we  turn  our  eyes 

To  one  alone,  and  she  surrounds  you  now — 

Great  Nature,  refuge  of  the  weary  heart, 

And  only  balm  to  breasts  that  have  been  bruised! 

She  hath  cool  hands  for  every  fevered  brow, 

And  gentlest  silence  for  the  troubled  soul. 

Her  counsels  are  most  wise.    She  healeth  well. 

Having  such  ministry  as  calm  and  sleep. 

She  is  most  faithful.    Other  friends  may  fail. 

But  seek  ye  her  in  any  quiet  place, 

And  smiling,  she  will  rise  and  give  to  you 

Her  kiss,  nor  tell  you  any  woeful  tale. 

Entreat  her,  and  she  will  deny  you  not; 

Abandon  her,  and  she  will  not  pursue. 


By  gold  ye  shall  not  win  her,  nor  by  toil, 

Nor  ever  at  her  side  beholding  walk 

Save  in  that  old  simplicity  of  heart 

Her  primal  lovers  brought.    So  must  ye  come 

As  children,  little  children  that  believe. 

Nor  ever  doubt  her  beauty  and  her  faith, 

Nor  deem  her  tenderness  can  change  or  die 

And  I,  my  forest  priests,  am  kin  to  her: 
More  happiness  hath  any  day  of  mine 
Than  Mammon  holds  in  heavy-hearted  years. 
I  do  not  proffer  lives  of  craven  ease. 
Nor  tempt  your  hearts  with  vampire  luxuries 
And  scarlet-cinctured  sins.    The  gifts  I  grant 
Are  man's  high  heritage — clean  toil  and  sleep, 
Beauty,  and  all  her  voices  in  your  souls, 
And  loving  friends,  and  honorable  days. 
So  choose! 

MAMMON 

Yea,  choose! 

(As  Mammon  speaks,  the  gnomes  again  scatter  gold  at  the  feet  of  the 
Woodmen,  who  stand  in  momentary  uncertainty,  then  with  unanimous 
impulse  kneel  before  the  Spirit  of  Bohemia.) 

FIRST  WOODMAN 

O  glad  Bohemia, 
Be  thou  the  master  "of  our  happy  hearts! 

{Mammon  rushes  down  the  hillside,  the  gnomes  gathering  about  him 
when  he  reaches  the  platform.) 

MAMMON 

Bohemia!    thou  well  dost  know  that  I 

And  thou  are  gods;  that  these  who  know  my  reign, 

And  those  that  serve  thee  now  within  this  grove. 

Are  weak  against  our  godhead,  nor  have  pow'r 

In  any  wise  upon  us.    Thou  and  I 

Alone  have  power,  and  thou  and  I  this  night 


Shall  battle  for  the  lordship  of  this  grove. 
Come  forw^ard  then,  that  so  we  prove  the  will 
Of  greater  gods  than  we,  and  now  decide 
Whether  these  silly  men  and  trees  and  winds 
Shall  hold  this  spot,  or  whether  I,  supreme. 
Shall  smite  thee  down,  and  dedicate  this  vale 
To  desolation  and  unchanging  dearth. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

Mammon,  hold  not  in  scorn  my  followers. 

For  they  shall  see  thee  die.  Nor  deem  thou  they 

Abide  mine  only  ser\^ants— all  glad  things 

Acknowledge  me,  all  sprites  and  Bacchic  fauns, 

That  now,  unheeded  by  thy  grosser  sight. 

Do  throng  this  wood,  and  wait  to  join  my  train. 

MAMMON 
All  such  are  less  than  we.    The  combat  waits. 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA      * 

O  justice  latent  at  the  heart  of  things, 
Decide  !    Send  forth  thy  vengeful  minister 
In  whatso  shape  thou  wilt.    Thou  God,  decide! 

{The  immense  owl  that  heralded  the  coming  of  the  Spirit  of  Bohemia 
now  sweeps  down  the  hillside.  Mammon,  hearing  the  rush  of  its  wings, 
turns,  and  dies  at  its  touch,  the  owl  simultaneously  disappearing.) 

SPIRIT  OF  BOHEMIA 

The  will  of  the  Inexorable  is  shown. 
Wherefore,  ye  priests  and  worshippers  of  mine, 
Approach  with  me,  that  I  ma}^  now  reveal 
Great  Mammon's  secret.  Draw  ye  close,  and  gaze 
Upon  those  features. 

{The  Spirit  of  Bohemia,  together  with  the  First  and  Second  Wood- 
Spirits  and  First  and  Second  Woodmen,  and  the  Spirits  of  Fire,  Time 
and  the  Winds,  mount  the  lower  hillside  and  gather  about  the  body  of 
Mammon.) 


See,  betraying  Death 
Hath  changed  that  visage,  and  proclaims  to  all 
That  where  high  Mammon  stood  and  shook  his  mace, 
There,  masked  in  undisclosing  gold,  stood  Care! 
But  come,  O  friends,  and  hale  his  body  hence. 
Thou,  Fire,  shalt  have  thine  utmost  will  of  him, 
Till  ye,  O  Winds,  make  merry  with  his  dust. 

(.4  march  is  played  by  the  Orchestra,  and  a  procession  of  Bohemians  in 
robes  of  red,  white  and  black  descend  the  hillside  slowly.  They  carry 
torches,  and  a  bier  covered  with  a  pall.  As  they  reach  the  point  at  which 
the  body  of  Mammon  lies,  the  march  merges  into  the  Final  Chorus, 
which  is  sung  by  the  Wood-Spirits  and  Woodmen.  As  this  comes  to  a 
close  the  hillside  is  brilliantly  illuminated,  the  body  of  Mammon  is 
placed  on  the  bier  and  the  procession  forms  for  the  Cremation  of  Care.) 


SYNOPSIS 


OF  THE 


MUSIC 


Synopsis  of  the  Music 


The  Prelude  with  which  "The  Triumph  of  Bohemia"  begins  is 
intended  to  express  the  quiet  beauty  of  the  Grove  in  moonlight, 
the  dominant  theme  upon  which  it  is  built  is  the  one  assigned  to  the 
Tree-Spirits. 


As  the  action  proceeds  after  the  curtain  is  drawn  occurs  the 
"Dance  of  the  Saplings."  The  music  of  this  number  resembles  the 
ancient  dance  forms.  The  dance  begins  after  an  introduction  of 
eight  measures;  it  is  pastoral  in  character,  and  suggestive  of  the 
woodland  scene  and  the  gambols  of  the  young  Tree-Spirits. 


Toward  its  end,  the  dance  is  suddenly  and  rudely  interrupted 
by  the  Spirit  of  the  North-Wind,  preceeded  by  the  North-Wind 
Motive  in  the  Orchestra. 


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This  motive  is  intended  to  convey  the  cruel,  cold,  and  rugged 
nature  of  the  North- Wind.  The  Spirit  of  the  North- Wind  calls  to 
his  aid  the  Spirits  of  the  South,  West,  and  East-Winds,  and,  as  they 
appear  successively,  the  orchestra  sounds  the  different  musical 
illustrations  of  their  character.  The  South- Wind  Motive  is  rather 
morbid  and  malignant. 


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The  music  representing  the  West- Wind  is  like  a  scherzo.  It  is 
at  once  rugged  and  boisterous,  suggestive  of  the  Spirit  of  the  West- 
Wind  galloping  in  from  the  sea. 


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The    motive  alotted  to  the  East- Wind  aims  to  give  the  im- 
pression of  blackness,  cruelty,  and  moaning  despair. 


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The  Spirit  of  the  North- Wind,  failing,  with'his  brothers  of  the 
South,  West,  and  East,  to  daunt  the  TreeJ- Spirits,  call  upon  the  Spirit 
of  Time  to  assist  them.  He  appears  and"  the  music  portrays  him  as 
sombre  in  character  with  a  tinge  of  the  grotesque,  as  though  he  were 
well  aware  of  his  ultimate  victory  over  all  things. 


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The  threats  of  the  Spirit  of  Time,  however,  prove  as  unavailing 
as  the  menaces  of  the  Spirits  of  the  Winds.  The  Spirit  of  Fire  is 
then  called  upon  to  join  the  forces,  bent  upon  the  destruction  of  the 
trees.  The  music  which  accompanies  his  appearance  is  intended 
to  express,  in  its  first  part  the  flickering  of  flames.  The 
second  part  has  all  the  fierceness  of  fire  and  is  played  while  the 
Spirit  of  Fire  rushes   down  the  hillside. 


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Follows  the  actual  conflict  of  the  opposing  forces.  The  Spirits 
of  the  Winds,  Time,  and  Fire  attack  the  Tree-Spirits  and  the  music 
aims  to  portray  this  struggle.  It  is  built  upon  the  motives  of  the 
Spirits  of  the  North,  East  and  West-Winds  and  the  Tree-Spirit  theme. 
At  the  culminating  moment  in  the  conflict,  the  trombones  are  heard 
intoning  the  Tree-Spirit  Motive  against  the  Motive  of  the  Spirit  of 
the  North- Wind,  played  by  the  rest  of  the  orchestra.  The  music 
finally  becomes  exalted  in  character,  indicative  of  victory  for  the 
Tree-Spirits,  and  reaches  its  climax  in  the  Victory  Chorus. 


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The  Woodmen  are  next  seen  approaching  with  their  axes  on 
their  shoulders,  a  far  more  formidable  danger  than  all  the  warring 
elements.  The  advent  of  the  Woodmen  is  heralded  by  a  horn  note 
from  the  distance,  followed  by  a  march  which  finally  merges  into  the 
Care  Song.  It  will  be  observed  that  the  theme  of  the  march  is  con- 
tinuous and  serves  as  an  accompaniment  of  the  Care  Song. 


As  the  Woodmen  grasp  their  axes  and  turn  toward  a  tree  they 
are  startled  by  the  hooting  of  an  owl  and  their  attempt  to  destroy 
the  trees  is  arrested  by  the  appearance  of  the  Spirit  of  Bohemia, 
preceeded  by  the  Bohemian  Motive,  very  bold  in  character  and 
orchestrated  for  brass  instruments. 


The  Third  Tree-Spirit  now  appeals  to  Bohemia  in  a  recitative 
and  aria,  which  is  built  upon  a  theme  suggestive  of  supplication. 
The  theme  of  the  aria  is  the  same  as  the  Tree-Spirit  Motive,  which 
was  indicated  in  the  Prelude.  The  Woodmen  yield  to  Bohemia's 
commands  and  at  last  triumph  seems  to  crown  the  cause  of  the  Tree- 
Spirits,  bvit  Mammon  appears,  threatening  the  trees  and  trying  to 
persuade  the  Woodmen  to  do  his  bidding  by  offering  them  rewards 
of  riches  and  pleasure.  Mammon  is  pictured  musically  by  the  follow- 
ing:  Care   Motive: 


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The  Woodmen,  however,  remain  loyal  and  steadfast  to  Bohemia 
who  slays  Mammon,  thus  liberating  the  Tree-Spirits  from  all  their 
enemies. 

The  apotheosis  of  the  play  is  introduced  by  trumpeters  at  the 
top  of  the  hill  announcing  the  Bohemian  Motive.  After  an  intro- 
duction of  some  length,  the  march,  accompanying  a  procession  of 
Bohemians  down  the  hillside,  is  played,  merging  finally  into  the 
Hvmn  of  Praise  to  Bohemia: 


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This  final  chorus  is  composed  upon  the  theme    which  formed 
the  Trio  of  the  March. 

E.  F.  S. 


'*tAj 


Of 


THe 


WNIVERS/rV 

Of 


THE 
CREMATION 


OF   CARE 


The  Cremation  of  Care 


by 


Mr.  A.  R.  Hardin 


Music  by 


Mr.  Theodor  Vogt 


The  High  Priest  of  Bohemia 

The  Assistant  High  Priest 

The  Spirit  of  Evil 

A  Bohemian 

The  Spirit  of  Good 


Mr.  Geo.  T.  Bromley 

Mr.  Edgar  D.  Peixotto 

Mr.  L.  A.  Lars  en 

Mr.  Mackenzie  Gordon 

Mr.  Chas.  J.  Dickman 


DEVILS 


Messrs.    J.   B.  Murphy,    Richworth  Nicholson,    Russel  H.  Cool,     Frederick  Greenwood, 
H.  A.  Carlton,  Noble  Eaton,  Frederick  P.  Freeman,   Newton  J.  Tharp,  Chas.  Grimwood. 

Mechanical  effects  by  Frank  Marcus. 


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